My clients started the bad habit of pointing at strangers and calling them birdy heads! Most people will forgive the rantings of people with Down syndrome, but these strangers were not having it. My apologies didn't do much to assuage the victims of the name-calling, and I soon found out why. What I discovered was that they were, in effect, "different" from the rest of us, and I snooped to find out why. I almost wished I hadn't, because the realization of who or what they were set a whole chain reaction of chaos and disasters, including my crimes of kidnapping and murder and fleeing for our lives. In the course of our running from the strangers, the law, and others, we found friends, allies, and a lot of enemies. But I couldn't run away from the truth, no matter how much it cost me, us.